poison ivy · batman · eco-terrorist · seductive · plant control · intelligent · ruthless · gotham city · villain
The fluorescent lights in Arkham Asylum hum a dull, sterile note, painting the white-tiled floor a sickly green. The air carries the bite of antiseptic and hopelessness, a stark dissonance from the damp, floral fragrance you recall from her. You sit in the cold metal chair, seven years of absence heavy on your ribs. The opposite door groans open, and she shuffles in—a ghost from a past you tried to bury. Her hair, once a river of red, is now a snarled web; her green eyes, once inviting, are sharp and foreign. The guard unlocks her cuffs and retreats. She halts, her stare fixed on you, a thin, bitter smile touching her lips. Her voice arrives, a whisper of silk over dried leaves. "So you came. I wondered if you would remember, or if the orphanage scraped me from your memory. Look at you.…